"...Upon switching to the right my bestie tapped me on the shoulder saying " What's wrong? You look dead why?". Wiping my red eyes I replied, "I hate how life 'just goes on'. You remember the purple flower that used to bloom there? It was killed by a storm and now only the blue stands". She nodded and gave me a hug—but I was too cold, way too cold to feel any warmth".
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
